The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.
An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
The light next to this acid tank was perfect, thanks to a gaping hole in the roof.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.